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Buffalo Promise

free wings with every order
it seemed like a good deal.
then I could fly to where
the angel of mirrors,
lives amongst the starrymost
plains of the high and
dusty summer and at last
find the silver key and
the lost turquoise ring
and the map to where
it all went wrong.
free wings with every order
it seemed like a good deal.
but the menu lied.
Written by BILL LEWIS
Artwork by KAZ WARD